#kon is freaking out so hard

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[sarahcmarie]

Don’t get me wrong I love the Tim drake tells his family about his trauma with out thinking to hard about it and them freaking out that’s great I love that hilarious BUT have you considered the hilarity of Tim Deliberately Hiding it from his family and the shenanigans he has to pull to keep them from finding out?

Que Tim drake trying to drink his coffee before Bruce comes to pick him up for lunch when suddenly one of Ra’s assassins come from the shadows to try to kidnap him and while Tim is trying to fight him he hears the alert that Bruce’s car pulled up his eyes widen as he shoves the assassin into the closet before Bruce can see and telling him to shut the fuck up for both of their sakes the assassin is so confused he just goes along with it

When Bruce comes in and see’s Tim’s ruffled shirt A broken vase in the hall and someone very clearly in the closet he chooses to ignore it because he REALLY does not want to know about his sons sex life

Red Robin gets stabbed mid patrol and has to pretend he’s worried about blood loss but actually he is annoyed because it was a rusty pipe so he KNOWS it’s gonna get infected and he does not wanna deal with that but can’t say that because then his family will know he doesn’t have a spleen

When a new supervillain comes around and starts cloning people Tim is the one who has the most information on how to catch him because of when he tried to clone Kon but only he and dick know this dick was obviously gonna bring this up so Tim could help on the case but it was also like 2:30 and he hadn’t slept in days so he decided to take a nap first only to be woken up by a shadow holding a hand over his mouth he nearly broke Tim’s jaw because of how bad he scared him and when dick asked him what the hell he was thinking Tim said to keep what happened with Kon to himself or else… the case was solved two days afterwards and dick kept his mouth shut but he had a new found fear for his little brother whom he loved (and feared) so much

There are many more fun instances that I am not creative enough to come up with so PLEASE feel free to add on

[kenyummy]

guysssssgyuysss ok i never thought id post about neglevtful batfam ever but im lit rotting so hard

spidey reader who gets transported to an alternate dimension where you replace a different you—a you that's the "forgotten" child of the waynes. in this universe, you're bitter, quiet, not the wise-cracking hero your universe adores—most of all, you're not spidey here. spidey doesn't even exist.

(alfred is the uncle ben esque figure??? perhaps???)

you don't even know who your supposed family even is—you only find out through diary entries and searching through this other you's phone—so you barely give them the time of day.

you're too busy now to fret about their vigilantism—to annoy them—you have your own problems as spidey to try and form a bond. you just want to go home.

the fam on the other handdddd — they are confused. a new spider hero pops up out of nowhere—and you're suddenly as cold as ice. you don't bother to cook meals with Alfred anymore, nor bring them first aid kits and give them sad eyes when they shoo you away.

the house lacks the presence of normality you used to bring—now you're up till 3am doing God knows what (spidey stuff) and you're too busy to even try and start a conversation (not that it ever went anywhere, but still).

theyre all so confused and freaked out by your sudden change overnight that they start to miss you and how normal you were—not knowing how it grounded them all until you started to ice them out </3

you have far more pressing matters to attend to, like the strange influx of people from your world either already existing or being transported here—on top of keeping your secret identity safe from your suddenly overbearing and worrysome family members.

(you don't even want to know what they'd do if they found out you're the reckless spider hero that stopped a train from going off its tracks just last monday).

at some point (probably after they find out you're spidey) you tell them about how this isn't actually their you, and that you're from another universe—but they're so far gone they don't even care at that point—they love u and just want u back already!!!

they don't care you're not technically their [name], they love you more than anything and you're their sibling!! no way youll be going "back home" now. this is your home, silly!

give up that whole hero thing—they got it covered. you just need to go back to normal and they'll protect you (even though you need protecting the least out of all of them—but they don't see that)!!! they miss their slice of normal in their hectic life, you can't take that away from them!

im lit geekinggggvggg stop guys i

lowkey im thinking of love interests being some of my guilty pleasure spidey ships ahgaseHhhh but like it'll acc play a part in the plot trust

spideytorch and parksborne my lovesloves harry and johnny so badddd but i also love kon GAHHHN fml

but I could see them HATINGGGG johnny like they would want him GONE. esp if they see him (before ur reveal) kissing you on a rooftop as spidey, then walking around arm in arm with you at school—convinced that he's cheating on their baby sibling (you're the same age as tim, but okay) !!!! every time they hear you're going out w him they try their hardest to keep you away—you have no business going out w a guy like that 😒

they wouldn't want a womaniser player like him anywhere NEAR you!!! you may trust him, but they do notttt

theyd probably be a little more okay with harry... hes one of those gotham elites—but he chose to go to the "poorer" school with you for years because he just wanted to be w you and mj. he's a little snobby, but isn't every nepo baby? hes lowkey your damsel in distress like you end up saving him in all kinds of situations by princess style carrying him out of a burning building heheheer

(also his dad isn't crazy and green goblin... yet)

obviously the fam already has a lil beef with kon... being... kon (even tim wouldnt want his bestest buddy to go after his spider sibling). not as bad as johnny... but you shouldn't be dating guys, period. aren't they all you need?

anywayssss yes. this has been rotting me so bad I lowkey need to spill this b4 I go crazy stfhhhgrsgghh

SHOULD I WRITE THIS BC I HAVE SUCH BAD BRAINROTTT

[ghostly-bat]

This one is for @gosuckmydickgrayson simply inspired by whatever conversation we were having under a post (I don't remember which one lol)

Basically Jon's accepted the fact that Damian is pretty for a long time now but dumbly enough hasn't realized that his feelings go beyond physical attraction. Damian's only now realizing that Jon is hot, it's freaking him out and his blaming himself for not noticing sooner like the emotionally repressed bat that he is. (Like buddy where have you been??)

Their respective ages in this one are around 18 to 19 btw! Or super early twenties you decide uwu

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Damian's been going off about a mission that went absolutely off the rails for the past 15 minutes. Something about how no one listens to him, how they should because he's always right. Irey says that maybe if he said it nicer, they'd listen to him, and that just makes Damian throw daggers at her before he resumes his lecturing.

He is lecturing everybody, Jon included.

Jon, however, is not listening. He's had a hard time listening to Damian for years now actually. Though to be fair, he has had his moments where he would tune out Damian on purpose simply because he just didn't feel like hearing about how Tim took whatever was left of the Lucky Charms and left the empty box in the pantry.

But this was different. Because Damian could be telling him about whatever game he's been playing or whatever anime he's been watching, and Jon himself would notice the small beauty mark under Damian's left eye, the way his lashes frame his eyes, the soft and delicate features that are often paired with a stern look or an annoyed frown, the way his skin looks like it has almost no imperfections, and before he knows it, Damian is snapping his fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

It was in one of these many moments that Jon Kent realized,

"Holy shit... Damian's really fucking pretty," and it was for sure going to be his downfall.

When he realized around the age of 13 that his best friend was absolutely beautiful, Jon did his best to repress it; he did his best to not think about it because,

'Why would I find Damian pretty? He can be so bossy and arrogant'

'He acts like such a know-it-all, thinks he's right all the time'

'It's probably just puberty, it's nothing too serious'

These were things he told himself for the longest time. Did his best to find reasons to not think that Damian is pretty, but in all honesty, the last thing he wanted to do was admit that

"Oh my god... my best friend is pretty."

It's something that would keep him awake at night from the ages of 13 to 16.

It was something that would genuinely stress him out, something that would genuinely frustrate him to the point where, if Damian asked him to hang out, he'd make up some type of excuse like, "I'm going to my grandparents' farm this weekend" or "Sorry, D, my mom grounded me this week," because when he did hang out with Damian or when he was anywhere near Damian's vicinity, all he could do was focus on his pretty face.

Jon would stare at Damian wishing he would just get uglier, his life would be so much easier if Damian was uglier. But if he stared for too long his mind would begin to wonder about how long Damian's lashes have gotten and how cute his nose was.

He hated it.

Jon was so blaming Damian's mom for this. Why'd he have to look so much like her.

When he did decide to admit the fact that he found Damian really, really pretty, the first person he went to about his dilemma was Kon, and he wasn't much help because Kon's immediate first response was:

"Oh. So you like them mean and pretty, huh?"

The smirk that Kon was giving Jon told him everything he needed to know, and that was that Kon knew long before he did.

(And Kon had known that not only did Jon find Damian attractive, but that he clearly felt something more than just the fact that Damian was attractive. But that was something that Jon needed to discover for himself.)

Jon also picked up on the fact that Kon didn't just use the word mean to describe Damian, but he also used the word pretty, which could only mean…

"Wait... you also think Damian's pretty?"

"I have eyes, Jon. I know a pretty face when I see one, and so does everybody else."

Oh, and how true that was, because as soon as Kon said those words, that's when Jon realized that he definitely was not the only one who also thought Damian Wayne was pretty.

He proceeded to have another existential crisis about it.

And so, after the years of mental acceptance he's had to do, (he finally accepted it around the age of 17) he was now standing in the middle of the Watchtower, getting scolded with the rest of his team from the man he found absolutely stunning.

"I hope you all realize this is why we have plans; this is why we talk about strategy; this is why we don't react on impulse—"

"It got the job done, though."

'Oh, Tai... this is not the time to be talking back right now,' everyone collectively thought.

Damian stopped his rant for a brief moment, looked dead in the eye at his teammate, and said, "Oh, do not get me started on you—"

Damian liked things done a certain way, and everyone on this team should know that by now, but everyone on this team is also just as stubborn as the next.

So Jon stands there, alongside the rest of his teammates as they continue to get reprimanded, arms crossed and staring.

He sees Damian's lips moving, but... they look really soft. 'I wanna kiss him...' he thinks (oh, and that was a new thought he'd have to come back to later), and the way Damian's nose scrunches up when he's ranting about whatever is cute. Maybe it's just him, but 'Are Damian's eyes greener? They seem shinier.' Damian, in general, is really distracting.

And in that moment, Jon's brain decided that

'Hey, wouldn't it be great, just awesome to think your thoughts out loud!,'

So then, without thinking: "You're pretty when you're mad..."

Damian immediately stops and turns to look at Jon with a look that can only be described as horribly shocked and confused.

Everyone else also stops and turns to look at Jon.

And of course, Jon realizes a second too late what he just said.

There's a moment of silence before Damian speaks again because he needs to process what he just heard. He's shocked, bemused, and flattered? He is feeling everything in between, and it feels like he's in crisis mode.

"E—excuse me!?"

"I—"

"You—"

Damian was already red in the face, but it's for a completely different reason now.

"I—I didn't mean it!"

"You didn't mean it!?"

"I mean, I wasn't listening!?"

"You weren't listening!?"

Goddamn it, Jon really needs to get his foot out of his mouth. And he really needs to pay better attention because wait... when did Damian get into his personal space?

'Oh... his skin looks really soft...'

Now that Damian was closer, he could smell that smell that was oh so Damian. How he was fighting the impulse to cup Damian's face and simply admire him.

"Jon! Are you listening!?"

Oh yeah, he was getting yelled at.

Jon lets out a sigh; it's his own way of admitting defeat. Because it's been so hard keeping all this in for so long. And he already went ahead and said what he said so now seems like a better time than ever.

"I'm sorry, Dames... You're just really distracting..."

And Jon sees the red go from Damian's cheeks to his ears and down his neck. He also notices that Damian got shorter? Or maybe he himself got taller?

Yeah, that was probably it.

Damian at this point has absolutely no idea what to say. What could he say!?

He was confused and feeling so many things at once; he felt warm—in fact, everything felt warm.

'When did everything start to feel so warm!?' His thoughts felt like they were going into overdrive.

But wait... when did he get so close to Jon?

'Was Jon always this tall? There's no way I had to crane my neck up this high just to talk to him,' Damian thought.

He notices that Jon is slightly tanner; it makes his freckles more prominent. And his hair... it's longer, shaggier. It somehow suits him, making Damian feel some type of way. Oh, and those blue eyes, those pretty blue eyes with just a hint of violet.

Jon really is handsome.

It was kind of pissing him off.

And then his eyes begin to travel from Jon's face down to his chest, and almost immediately, he regrets it.

'His chest is... big... and his arms...'

Jon's suit wasn't doing much to hide it either. It seemed to be too tight now, and it was incredibly distracting.

Damian swallows; his throat feels dry now because when did Jon start filling out?

Why is he taller?

He was already tall to begin with! He doesn't need to be any taller!

Damian is now having an internal crisis and feels like he's going crazy.

He decides the best course of action is to take a deep breath and take five steps back from his best friend.

Emphasis on best friend, he reminds himself.

This action helps Jon relax a bit too, but then it's quickly replaced with confusion.

"Get a new uniform."

"What?"

"Get a new uniform before I make you one myself," Damian says through gritted teeth and with very clear annoyance.

"This whole thing has been absolutely ridiculous; everyone is dismissed!"

However, no one really leaves; they all just sort of stand there processing what they just witnessed as they watch Damian round a corner and disappear.

"... What the hell was that?" Kathy is the first one to break the awkward tension.

Jon just groans, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment.

Damian is now left with the fact that he finds his own best friend, Jon Kent, attractive in more ways than one. And the fact that Jon clearly feels the same about him is making his brain melt just a little bit.

[invincibledc]

“Shut the fuck up.”

Pair: Kon El x Wonderboy!reader

Summary: When a super wouldn’t leave a certain Amazon alone.

Warning: FTM!reader, misgendering on accident and not on purpose. Kon and Reader are 15 in this.

Your eye twitches as Kon was standing by you. He sighed loudly again, obviously wanting your attention. “Hey doll, why don’t you look at me?” He says turning to you. You grit your teeth as you glance at him.

“I’m not in the mood for it alien boy.” You said with annoyance. Kon frowns, “Are you on your period?” Your eyes widen at what he said. Slowly turning your head at him, he stands up straight and crosses his arms.

“What.”

“I said are you on your peri—”

He was soon thrown out of the room you both were in. The other justice league members were shock to see the clone sliding across the floor with a red mark across his face.

The next day at school, you were getting ready to walk to home after a long day. You adjusted your glasses on your face and your hidden golden bracelets.

As you were walking home, you didn’t notice a certain cloned super drinking soda as he watched you from afar. He knitted his brows together, wondering why you don’t even like him much.

“Wonder what’s up her ass….” He says quietly as he watches you walk around a corner. He floats and flies over to continue his journey. As he turned the corner you went to, you weren’t there. Raising a brow, he was confused on where you went before feeling a rope around his body.

“Woah!”

“What in Athena are you doing stalking me you cloned freak.” You hiss at him, pressing your feet against his back. Tightening the rope around your hand as Kon chuckles nervously.

“I’m just checking up on my favorite Amazon? Why not, it’s not like I have a hard made crush on you cause you’re so bold and pretty, and so aggressive it’s kinda hot. Did I say you were hot yet?” He gives you a dumb smile before you scoff and pull the rope from him. He noticed it was glowing and realized you used the lasso of truth on him.

“Hey that’s cheating..” he rubs his back watching you walk off again. He soon flies after you, hearing him by you, you started to sped walk faster. Kon was being amused by this and keeps being close to you.

“Can you let me breathe?!” You yelled at him to which he hums, pretending to think about it before shaking his head. “Nah.. because you took my breathe awayyy.” He winks at you. Cringing, you flew away from him.

Kon frowns as he pulls a notebook out with a pen. “Okay.. pickup line#23 did not go as planned.” He crosses out the pick up line he used.

Guess he’ll try tomorrow.

The next day was hell for you, you and Kon had to be with the justice league again. You sat by your mother wearing a masculine form of her hero outfit while Kon still wore his.. whatever he wore . You didn’t care much. But even if you didn’t care he still yapped off your ear despite being told to be quiet by Superman. After a few tries to get on your good side, you sighed loudly. “Can you shut the fuck up?” You asked him, surprisingly politely. Kon jokingly saluted, “Yes ma’am.” Your fists were clenched as Kon stops saluting, hearing your heart pick up.

“You okay, doll?”

“……..”

Staying quiet was more scary than you yelling and punching him. Kon whistles nervously, fiddling with his fingers as Superman sighs and places a hand on the clone’s shoulder.

“Buddy, Y/N goes by he/him. He transitioned.” Those simples words made Kon go through so much times when he first met you and immediately questioned where your “boobs” were. Feeling embarrassed, he pulled you to the side and started to plead for your forgiveness.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseeee forgive me! I didn’t know okay??”

Sighing, you left the boy up with one hand effortlessly. “It’s fine. I should’ve told you but I really was irritated at how you just kept being flirtatious towards me. It was so weird.”

Kon nods eagerly, “Of course it was! I’m sorry ..dude. Real sorry.” He then puts an arm around you and walks down the hall of the JL headquarters.

“How about we do a small little lunch date, as friends of course!”

You hummed, thinking about it as you did like food…

“Sure. But you’re paying.”

“Of course! Don’t worry man.”

Superman smiles as Wonder Woman looks at the super beside her. “Did they finally make up?”

“Yep.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for LadyKarma behind the cut, who requested "shenanigans with any version of Kon" and is getting "Superpup". Listen, yes this is technically the start of a "new" WIP but ALSO-technically this WIP tag already existed sooooo . . . (( chrono || non-chrono ))

So apparently Kon is a dog right now. 

Worse: Kon is a puppy right now. Couldn't even be a cool badass junkyard bruiser, no; he's all fluffy curly black fur and soft floppy ears and huge blue eyes and tiny clumsy everything. 

It is literally fucking mortifying, yes. It is fully fucking mortifying. 

Also, it's fully fucking alarming, because it's really, really hard to figure shit out right now. He knows he's not a dog. He knows his name–his names. He's just having a little bit of trouble figuring out much else. 

He's having trouble thinking, is what he means. And he's not usually all that great at thinking as it is. 

Kon honestly should probably be having a total goddamn freakout, actually, but is mostly still stuck at the “how does having four legs work” stage, because that one is really, really being an issue at the moment. Mostly it’s an issue because, uh, there is absolutely a cackling asshole magic-user tossing fucking fireballs at his stupid fluffy curly ass while he tries very hard to dodge them. He really does not think the asshole magic-user turned him into a Kryptonian-invulnerable puppy, he cannot imagine why they would have, so he definitely, definitely does not wanna get hit by any of those. 

Why a fucking puppy, seriously. Who the fuck turns a dude who’s just trying to do his superhero super-duties into a fucking puppy for it? Over a fucking basic-bitch midnight jewelry store robbery, even? Kon was literally just flying back to Smallville from his latest off-planet escapade when he'd randomly caught the sound of shattering glass and screaming just outside Kansas and obviously gone to check it out and make sure nobody was getting murdered, and this is what he gets for that? Turned into a fucking puppy and getting fucking fireballs chucked at him? 

Magic is such goddamn bullshit, seriously.

At least the jewelry store clerk got away, he guesses. Like–that’s good. Just it’s less good how bad his fucking brain is working, and he does actually feel pretty damn close to freaking the fuck out, because like–because it’s–

Kon, to his disgust, is pretty sure he’s actually scared right now. Like–the tiny puppy-brain hardware that is currently running his personal software is scared, anyway, because everything’s loud and messy and all smashed-up and broken and whoever the fuck this asshole magic-user is is like–is mean! 

Kon is actually even more disgusted over the tiny puppy-brain hardware making him think a wannabe-supervillain doing some barely-above-petty theft is being “mean”. Like seriously, that is just . . . what. What even is that? 

Goddamn bullshit, again. 

“Fetch!” the asshole magic-user gloats, lobbing another lazy fireball across the scorched-up jewelry store that Kon barely skids to a stop in time to avoid running into the path of, tiny paws scrabbling desperately on the linoleum floor. Which is absolutely just cheap-ass linoleum, because this isn’t even a nice jewelry store, just some shitty chain one in an outdoor mall. How the fuck is a shitty chain jewelry store supposed to be worth traumatizing a clerk and turning a superhero into a fucking dog and trying to fry them? That is way too damn much investment for a shitty chain jewelry store! 

“What’s wrong, Superboy, don’t wanna play?!” the asshole magic-user crows, summoning up another pair of wickedly-bright fireballs as Kon dives beneath one of the shelves in stupid puppy-brained panic. Very, very big fireballs. Way bigger than a stupid fluffy floppy-eared puppy, for fucking goddamn sure. 

What a fucking prick, Jesus. 

“Heeeeere, Superboy,” the asshole calls mockingly, strolling forward across the cheap-ass linoleum and tossing both fireballs up and down in his hands as he does. Kon would like to at least growl at the asshole or, like, bare his teeth or something, but the only damn thing the stupid puppy body and stupid puppy brain manage is to fucking cower under the damn shelf, stomach flat against the floor and tail tucked between his legs. 

Maybe he is, actually, having that total goddamn freakout right now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He needs to think. He needs to think. He’s already bad enough at thinking as it is, though, and this asshole’s so big and scary and being so mean and–a-and–! 

Kon thinks, maybe, he’s getting worse at the thinking. The thinking isn’t . . . isn’t working that great, he thinks. He . . . he thinks it’s . . . it’s all . . . s’all slow and weird and stupid and . . . and . . . 

“Aw, don’t like strangers, boy?” the asshole magic-user taunts, dropping into a crouch a few feet back and down just low enough to grin viciously under the shelf at him, and the creepy magic fire in his hands lights up his eyes all glowy and sparking and lightning-bright, and his smile is too wide and his teeth are all bared and the jewelry store’s dark and it’s dark outside and dark everywhere and he’s so big and it’s so scary and–! 

The fire flares up brighter, and Kon shrieks in terror. 

Or–no: Kon howls in terror. Howls high-pitched and panicked and shrill, a noise he didn’t know a dog’s throat could even make. The asshole laughs, because he’s a fucking asshole, and then reaches forward with a hand wrapped in fiery flame-y burny scary scary scaryscaryscary–! 

Kon shrieks/howls again, and his stupid stupid stupid dog-sized brain is all fritzed-out with terror and the useless useless useless dog-sized body fucking cowers and flattens completely against the floor and hides its face behind its paws and everything’s burny-bright and hot and he’s so fucking scared and–! 

“Jesus FUCK!” the asshole magic-user yells as the light goes out with a crashing sound, and suddenly the whole store is full of booming, echoing snarling. 

It’s so scary. 

There’s more crashing and snarling and yelling and then–

Then there’s barking. 

The stupid puppy-brain Kon’s brain is currently trying to use hears barking, and what’s working of Kon’s brain hears–recognizes– 

Kon hears Krypto barking, and the puppy-brain hears another dog–hears a species that can pass for another dog, anyway–and Kon doesn’t know if it’s him or the puppy-sized brain doing it, but one of them wails. The aggressive barking gets a lot more aggressive, and glass shatters and fabric rips, and the magic-user shrieks “Fuck this!”, and magic light spills everywhere as the air makes a tearing sound, and then his voice cuts off and all the light vanishes in a blink, and Krypto stops barking. 

“Wuff?” Krypto says into the empty echoing store. 

The puppy curls up into a tiny, trembling little ball underneath the shelf and sobs. 

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"TASTE SWEET AND LAST SO LONG~"

SYNOPSIS: it’s been a while since you and Kon had some alone time. His missions seem to be happening every day, and he's gone for two to three business days. But at least you finally have him alone for now.

Young Justice has been holding her boyfriend captive for far too long; this weekend, he's going to spend time with you and you alone. They already have a bunch of heroes at your disposal no need for him to go off to Nicaragua to do who knows what. Finally, you're both alone on his bed, his hands on your waist, pulling you closer even though you are already pressed flush against his body. You're giggling like a schoolgirl against his lips, noticing the small pink blush on his face that reaches up to his ears. God, you're in love.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You say, giggling, as you gaze into his ocean-blue eyes, which seem to glow brighter the more you look at him. He laughs softly against your lips. "Can't I look at you?"

"No, you can't," you respond, with the smallest snicker in the back of your throat."Supposed to be enamored with me,"

"But I am," he answered cheekily, causing you both to start giggling. God, this is so cheesy and cringey, but when you're doing this, Conner, it feels romantic, even if you're in your messy room. as vulgar music plays in the background. You can barely hear the song that was playing; heartbeats and chuckles drown out the music. You both press small kisses against each other's lips. Conner pulls you himless into nipping and sucking on your bottom lip.

"You're such a perv!" You try to act disgusted, but there's a big grin on your face, and you have the cutest dark blush on your cheeks.

"I'm not a perv!" He protest, pulling back from him.

"If anyone's a perv, you're the one who’s the perv here, little freak," he smirked, going in for another kiss.

"Really? So I'm the freak ? I don't think you deserve another kiss," you teased, pulling yourself to the edge of his bed, making him get closer.

"Oh, come on, babe, that's not fair," he whined, pouting.

"It's fair to me," you reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

"No way, that's not fair!" He moved closer.

"Yes, way!" You pulled back even further.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

Connor huffed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hand went right back to your hips, where they belonged.

"You're mean," Connor's pout grows as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I'm not mean," you say, as your hand drops to his back, stroking his spine.

"You're so mean, pulling away and teasing me. Can I at least have a kiss? That's borderline torture."

That makes you laugh? "You're telling me a superhero clown can't handle a little teasing?"

"You're getting too soft," you said with a snarky grin.

"Yeah, so what?" he answered. "It's only for you; it's all for you."

"Yeah?" you asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

"I'm just like that." He was on top of you, lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss.

"Konnie, what are you doing?" You immediately jumped away from Conner, your eyes widening; your whole body was shocked and surprised as he fell onto his bed. Just then, you saw Jon standing right in front of you both with a Wii remote in his hand; he looked absolutely confused. Thank God.

He's looking down at Connor with a raised eyebrow, seeing his older brother upside down on the floor. He looks up to see you and frowns. "You had a [Name] here, and you didn't even tell me!" he says, with the biggest pout on his lips. "That's not fair; you're hogging them all to yourself!"

You know your boyfriend is still in shock, breathing hard. You don't know if it's from anger or if he was just scared to death by John. He gets onto Connor's bed, wrapping his arms around you.

"It's not fair! This is the second time [Name] comes over, and you don't even tell me!" He's upset, and you're completely embarrassed, covering your face with your locs.

Connor said, "Get out!" Now you can see the rage in his eyes. "What are you doing in here? The door was locked," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Jon just stuck his tongue out. "Ma said there's no such thing as locked doors," he answered snarkily.

John snuggles into your chest, and Connor's rage intensifies. His face is red, whether from embarrassment or anger. "Jon, get out!" he shouts.

"No way!"

Now you have two superhumans over who gets to spend the Saturday with you! At least you got a kiss out of it!

[arielries]

hi! idk if youll see this, but i just finished reading strange bed fellows and had to have a quiet freak out about it bc it blew me away that much. im still thinking about it hours later. what a great story!!! i was curious if u envisioned it as a stand-alone or if u thought about a sequel? the setting was so lush and that i can feel so many angles to come at it from. thanks for sharing this with us!

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Maybe I'm biased but I think you should let yourself have a loud freak out about it.

Strange Bedfellows is what I like to call my "joker's trick" in that it was always intended as a prequel that would be a gentle introduction to a universe that has a larger (and harder to sell) story connected to it called "Ghost Dust".

Ghost Dust happens about 10-15 years after Bedfellows, and follows Oberon and Kon (and some other guys) who work as fixers for the GA. They discover a teen called Lallah when investigating a rogue planet, who has powers akin to "Magical Girl* (*gender neutral) Naruto". The gang bands together to investigate how Lallah came to be because they fall so far out of the realm of what can normally be defined as a "Ghost".

"That doesn't sound so hard to sell"

There's space dinosaurs and cyborg clones in it and it'd be at least a thousand pages long. My ideal career after I finish my current contracted book is just to make Witchy and Ghost Dust side by side as webcomics, but that's not particularly financially viable, unless I get 10x the amount of patreon supporters that I currently have. Likely ETA is 10 years from now, after I finish Witchy, but maybe a miracle will happen.

Here's a Teeth, Lallah's alter-ego:

[ahfrickenfrick]

everyone knows that the bats (mostly) aren’t powered, or invincible, but it’s hard to really get a grasp on it

with the way they all move and act in and even out of the field, it’s unnerving in a way. they all have a certain aura of otherworldly power, even the newer members

everyone of the original members of the league has had a run in with batman injured and in need of help, being the first few to earn the vulnerability and subsequently trust from the bats

when wally held dick’s limp body in his hands as he rushed him back to the base for the first time, feeling his best friends pulse stop between his arms and subsequently jostling the injuries more. he almost wasn’t fast enough, dick was out of commission for three months

or when roy was told of jason’s death, ollie had to hold the kid as he scream cried for a friend and the life his friend never got to live, even though they were just joking the other day about how nothing could touch the bats

with kon still not 100% understanding his powers, and understating tim’s calcium intake, felt the bone crush in tim’s arm underneath his touch during a training exercise. it takes years for kon to trust himself again

jon and damian fought a lot, and damian was as stubborn as jon was determined. both are young when damian tells jon to not treat him ‘fragile’ and it ends with damian in the infirmary, and jon shaking and crying, telling his father he needs to put himself into a kryptonite prison for doing so

jefferson being the leader of the outsiders and understanding that, but it still being hard to grasp with both cass and duke. both are strong, and often taken for granted, but that makes them more powerful, enhanced it enough that when they both get knocked down by the villain of the week it’s really startling

and it’s a cycle that never ends, everyone seeing the bats as godly, and then inevitably losing it and freaking out when it’s revealed that they bleed like anyone else

[mousathe14]

So as I mentioned before, Young Justice was interrupted by a whole “Sins of Youth” event where everyone’s ages were screwed up.

Time for a highlight reel. So we’ll start with Superboy

So due to Superboy’s whole… thing, he doesn’t grow up with the rest of Young Justice. It actually came up in a camping story from earlier and it was pretty sad

Right in the feels.

Remember when we used to say that?

Anyhow it appears that whatever technology and magic he was hit with tried really really hard to grow him up to uh… results. Bad results.

So he has to go back to the science facility he usually stays at where things are… weird. I don’t fully get it, but I probably should because this evil organization called The Agenda sort of recruited Klarion the Witch Boy to do this whole “make the people hate Young Justice and by extension all the other known heroes.”

Or rather, a woman who worked in The Agenda called Contessa is orchestrating this whole thing. It’s weird.

Anyhow, this scientific facility that might be the Agenda that seemed to used to be related to Project Cadmus. If you’re a DC fan you already know what Cadmus is and if you’re not, don’t worry about it, it’s not that important right now. Just know that they’re another shady government organization.

I keep getting distracted, anyhow, this facility, that also seems to be a major cloning facility but is also, like, Superboy’s house, is able to fix him thank goodness so he can finally live his dream and become Superman.

So as someone who hasn’t read a single Superboy comic yet, I am introduced to an interesting cast of characters. For example, despite is constant raging hormones Superboy does, in fact, have a love interest. An honest to goodness girlfriend named Tana Moon.

Such a good girlfriend that she figured out this was Match instantaneously, unlike the pupil of “The World’s Greatest Detective”™️ who basically needed a whole day to figure it out when it was basically all but revealed.

This is also when have met his biggest hater other than Match, and her name is Amanda Spence. Why does she hate him so much? I don’t know. But you know how much she hates him?

Freakin’ fridges Tana Moon.

Let’s just say, he was ready to commit a murder.

I am introduced to Superboy’s evil clone, girlfriend, arch enemy, and watch his girlfriend die, all over the course of, like, 2 issues of comics.

Also this was clearly before the “Half Lex Luthor” retcon.

So that was pretty freaking tragic for our normally jovial and excitable Kon El.

Like, what a way to kick off Superboy’s segment of the event! And we don’t get more of his part until later when he teams up with Superman.

So we just gotta sit with this into the next segment… The Titans.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Are Clark and Kon father/son or brothers? I am so confused on what to call them and the fandom seems overly divided.

Yes, no, both, neither.

The fandom is divided because events within the comics are not 100% clear on what they are, or should be, to each other barring one panel where Clark does refer to Kon as his brother because he was raised by Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Where the confusion and divide comes from stems from one simple turning point in Kon's comics that some fans cite as detrimental to Kon while others celebrate it; Kon being a 'clone' of Clark and Lex was in fact a retcon to his origin.

When Kon was first created as a character, he was presented as a clone of Superman, then it was revealed that was a lie told to him, he was actually someone else's clone entirely, later it was revealed his cell donor was a man named Paul Westfield who was about as unethical as Lex Luthor and was already dead by the time Kon found out the truth.

So from 1993-2003 Kon had no genetic relationship to Clark - but he still had a relationship with him.

During this time Kon had a complicated but close relationship to Clark that is hard to really identify with nuclear family titles. If you read all of SB94 you will find that their relationship evolves over time and it is not without some strain that resolves itself eventually.

This era is important to a lot of Kon fans because it sticks with the root story in Superman that love, legacy, and family does not need to stem from blood relation. Clark is an adopted refugee who found love and a home from two imperfect, but perfect to him, parents and while he never quite felt like he belonged, he still found home. Tying this story back to Kon for a lot of comic fans is exceedingly important.

Then 2003 came along and Geoff Johns did what any of us would realistically do... he projected his own headcanons and characterization on Kon and he was given the go-ahead to retcon Kon's origins that he was actually Lex and Clark's "clone" essentially making him a... child of Clark.

So now Kon is Kryptonian, biologically related to Clark and Lex, child support jokes are everywhere, and meanwhile in the comics Kon still has a nebulous relationship with Clark.

He admires him, he loves him, he worries if he is good enough for the Superman mantle, he wonders if he should even try to wear it, he compares himself to Clark (and Lex) and all through this mention of him being his parent is emphatically not part of the question.

So he is genetically Clark's son per what a 50/50 split of DNA is, but he is also his brother (which current Clark has claimed), and he is also neither to him.

It honestly at this point is up to the reader and writer at any given time. As it is we might get a whole new origin for him either in the comics or in MAWS which no doubt is going to change the Kon landscape again.

Another element in this is the Young Justice Animation that also shook Kon and Clark's relationship up by presenting them as something that could be parent/child (via Bruce) and then later confirming that they see each other as brothers, much to some fans deep ire.

Final words - Kon is a chimera freak and has a complicated relationship with Clark, it is fair to call him a brother and a son and neither, it just depends on what sort of story you are looking to tell or what story you want to read.

Note: N52 "Kon" is not Conner Kent and thus us not part of this conversation.

[oh23]

Damian detests Tim’s coffee. The espressos and the black coffees with no sugar. But it wasn’t always like that; Damian hadn’t even really had coffee before coming to the manor. And he hadn’t particularly wanted to try it after.

What happened really went something like this:

One day, on the rare occasion on which Tim and Damian found themselves in each other’s company, in the same room for more than half and hour, Tim catches Damian eyeing his (5th) cup of black coffee.

Tim had been an only child, and so being an older/younger(middle?) brother was new to him. But the same went for the kid. Tim nodded at his mug. “Take a sip,” he said.

Damian glanced at him. “No.”

“Come on,” Tim prodded. “It’s cool.”

“No, thank you Drake.” Damian’s eyes stayed glued to his book. Tim picked up the mug and waved it in front of Damian. “I know you always wonder why I have this so much. Why don’t you try it? Just a sip. Its tasty. Real tasty.” Tim lied with a slow spreading grin.

When he found Damian consider it, he added, “It’s sweet.” And Damian — bless his twelve year old heart — took the mug.

Tim watched with sick glee as the kid tentatively brought the mug up to lips and took a slow sip, and then screeched in delight when he spat it out all on himself. “Oh my god,” Tim laughed, “Oh my god!”

“What the HELL, DRAKE???” Damian shouted, with his face seizing between variations of disgust. “YOU TOLD ME IT WAS SWEET!”

“I didn’t—“ Tim was holding his stomach now. “I didn’t think you’d, you’d have such a—“ He breaks off laughing, and only speaks again when Damian kicks him hard in his shins. “Such a dramatic reaction-!”

“Dramatic??” Damian hissed, now standing and still gagging. “This is the normal response to that vile— mud— water—!”

Tim slides down the couch in another fit of giggles. “You disgrace— I can’t believe— out of all things that Alfred makes, this? Is what you choose to drown in??” Damian was still hissing angrily.

“Please-“ Tim warbles between tears. “I’m so sorry Dami—“

Damian kicks him again, and Tim barely moves to dodge it. “Kon said he made Jon take a sip, and it sounded so funny—“

“Imbecile. Idiot. Freak.” Damian hissed furiously, looking around for water.

Tim tried to take large gulps of air. “Dude, please. It’s not even that bad—“

“Not that BAD??!” Damian almost bursts another nerve yelling, when Alfred comes in. And that’s the end of that.

That day onwards, Damian makes sure to retch and gag whenever he sees Tim with a cup of coffee, or call it ‘Dirt water’ to anyone who listens.

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

in honor of Mermay, I have decided to post part 2 to my MerTim/ Kon AU.

I wrote this that same night but didn’t post it for whatever reason

Kon breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw the tower come into view. The flight was taking longer due to Kon not wanting to dry out the merman, they ended up having to stop a few times to dunk the merman in some water. He wasn’t happy with most of the locations, and Kon noted that he liked the colder waters the best.

The tower was empty as far as Kon could tell, which wasn’t that uncommon. A lot of members had their own lives and missions to do, so the tower was mainly used for larger meetings nowadays. Kon touched down on the roof landing pad, heading straight for the roof access elevator, reaching ahead to press the call button with his TTK. The merman looked intrigued at the glowing button on the wall, and now that they weren’t hundreds of feet up in the air, he loosened his grip around Kon’s neck, and hesitantly reached a hand out towards it, before snapping his hand back. Kon looked at him curiously, it was just an elevator button. (Tim’s a deep sea creature, glowing usually ment something like an anglerfish).

When the elevator opened, Kon was suddenly glad about how large it was, considering he had to hover a few feet off the ground so the merman’s tail didn’t drag on the floor. Kon caught himself looking at the merman as he inspected the things around him, curiosity and wonder in his expression. His eyes were a beautiful deep blue, his black hair and red scales contrasting perfectly with his pale skin. He had been so distracted before, but now that he got a moment to look at the merman it was hard to stop. He was pretty, very pretty. Kon focused his eyes ahead as the elevator doors opened to the training floor, hoping that his face wasn’t turning as red as the merman’s captivating scales.

He used his TTK to flip on the lights in the underwater training room, it was huge, large glass windows that allowed a view into the training area. Kon adjusted the water temperature to be about the same temperature to the water that the merman was happier in on their journey here. The merman’s jaw dropped when he realized he was looking at what could be described as a giant tank, his eyes flickering between Kon and the water. Kon smiled, hoping it came across as reassuring instead of nervous, flew up, then gently lowered the merman into the water. When he didn’t hear any immediate sound of discomfort or distress, he fully dropped him in. The merman was immediately exploring his surroundings, the training module was set to neutral, which mimicked basic ocean stuff like coral, sand, or whatever else was in an ocean.

There were small fish that populated the tank on a regular basis, although they were robotic. Which seemed to freak out the merman a bit when he grabbed one. Oh wait, oh crap, was he hungry? Kon felt stupid, it had been hours, and who knew how long he had been kidnapped by those criminals. Kon could go a while without food, but most people couldn’t! Kon wanted to ask what he wanted, but assumed the merman would have no idea what pizza was. On Rao Kon would have to get the merman to try pizza, at least once. He waved at the merman, getting his attention, and tried his best to inform him he would ‘be right back, and to not worry, because he is grabbing food’. The merman gave him nothing but blank looks, so Kon said screw it and zipped away to go get some sushi.

The merman would probably like it raw over cooked right? Kon decided to get both raw and cooked fish from multiple different species, just in case. He had been in such a rush, that he didn’t even realize he had been flying through grocery stores practically shirtless, his destroyed leather jacket and suit not hiding much. He is all over the news by morning.

(extra)

“Superboy, spotted buying copious amounts of fish- in post battle attire, is he ok?” a headline reads.

Yes, the tower water training room is based off of the Water training system in the animated Batman Beyond series.

Pt 1 | Next

[erinwantstowrite]

In the Halloween au (if you can answer this w/o spoiling anything) what was Tim trying to do with that handshake? 🤔

i feel like being more liberal with spoilers for the Halloween AU because it's just a oneshot series, so under the cut is the answer! however if you don't want spoilers, don't click, i'll make sure to tag this with "halloween au spoilers"

he was trying to detect magic from peter!

there's a couple reasons that they weren't alarmed that Peter was there: a demon DOES actually guard the gate to Wayne Manor... Alfred.

Gotham was not exaggerating the things they saw when they approached Wayne Manor, because the spell is set to ward off anyone that is not family and those that have ill intentions. If someone that isn't family gets close to the gate, they'll see scary shit to make them run away (i.e. zombies!!). But no one is going to take them seriously if they go back to the town and say "I saw zombies!!" If they persist to try and go over the gate, the spell will turn offensive. it'll knock you out, make you sick, give you amnesia, etc. keeps people away without hurting them too badly

however, to someone that is family (and also has no ill intentions), nothing happens. it's just a regular gate. peter was able to climb over the gate and not see anything because he's related to one of them and also isn't there to hurt them. (this would also happen for people considered family/friends, so it doesn't have to only be a blood relation)

so Peter shows up at the door and Alfred is obviously going to be surprised. In the context of knowing only family can get through the gate, it's not hard to look at Peter and think "His resemblance to Dick can not be a coincidence." Hence, Alfred invites Peter inside (in case he's a vampire). Jason still has some memory issues from before he died, and he hadn't asked about the gate spell in a minute, so he sort of forgot about it lol. Deep down, he knows. He wasn't alarmed because on some level, he knows Wayne Manor is protected.

Tim, however, only needed on look, the context, and years of Dick Grayson being his special interest to go "Oh that is SO his kid." Since he has a friend like Bart and Kon, it's not too out there for him to think "from the future or a clone"

The gate is what Damian is referring to here. He's not happy with another family member popping up, and at this point, he had heard from Tim (who had snuck out of the room) that Peter was there, and that he looks at lot like Dick. So Damian is saying "I don't like this newcomer, and I certainly do not approve that you invited him in." Mostly out of worry that Peter came here with ill intentions, which Steph picked up on. She's saying "Calm down, if he was going to hurt us, he wouldn't have gotten through anyway."

that being said, if Peter had magic, he could have gotten around the spell if he was powerful enough. But Alfred stopped him because he could tell Peter was a little freaked out, and could already tell Peter was genuinely confused what was happening here

in short: peter has no idea he's not leaving that house in the morning

[suzukiblu]

Day six of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. Content warning: Is this sub drop or is this a burgeoning anxiety attack? Kon would love to know! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He can feel it, and he hates it. 

He's supposed to be fun, he's supposed to be–not be a fucking problem, not acting like a fucking freak during just a–just–

He's supposed to trust Tim for anything and he–and he couldn't. 

“I promise, you didn't do anything wrong,” Tim says, and it doesn't fix it, and Kon feels small and stupid and ashamed. It should fix it. Tim can fix anything. So if Tim can't fix his stupid head it's his own stupid fault and he's being a fucking problem again and–“Kon. Just–take a breath for me.” 

That's Robin's voice, Robin's orders, but Kon can't even listen to that. 

He doesn't–he–it wasn't even anything, it was such a stupid little nothing of a comment, Tim didn't say anything that was shitty or mean or that wasn't true. He shouldn't be upset right now, he shouldn't have gotten upset at all, but he couldn't even trust Tim not to be laughing at him and he–and–

Tim had been a little jokey about wearing his jacket, Kon remembers abruptly, and feels so stupid. He knows, he knows Tim wasn't laughing at him. He knows he wasn't. 

But all he can think is but maybe he was and but you couldn't even TRUST him not to be, and he doesn't know which thought is worse, and they won’t balance out in his head. He feels nauseous and weird and vertigo-dizzy and all wrong and like such a fuck-up and now he's upsetting Tim who didn't even do anything and hasn't done anything but be fucking nice to and patient with and–and gentle with him, like–like he–and Kon can't–he doesn’t–

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, and he doesn’t know how to stop upsetting Tim, and he . . . he doesn’t . . . 

It's–a reflex, again. Maybe. Almost. But the last time he upset Tim, he–when he upset Tim last time, because he's the worst and he just wrecks everything all the time and–

When he upset Tim last time, he remembers, and when Tim had needed to safeword, and . . . Bernard knew what to do, when those things happened. 

So it's a reflex, Kon thinks, that he glances towards Bernard again. 

Bernard’s still stretched-out on the bed next to Tim, and startles a little when Kon catches his eyes, like he’s–surprised, or something. Like he didn’t expect–something. Kon doesn’t know if–is that bad, is he–he just doesn’t–

“Oh,” Bernard says, and kinda . . . blinks a couple times, and Tim shifts a little bit and Kon can feel the expression on his face and he–and he needs to stop putting that expression on his–on his face, on–“Hey, no, it’s cool. C’mere, bud.” 

He rolls fully onto his side and holds a hand out towards Kon, and Kon–doesn’t get how that’s supposed to fix this, but . . . but Bernard did touch him when Tim needed to safeword, so maybe it’s . . . like that, or . . . or . . . 

It’s really hard to think right now, he thinks, and then less takes Bernard’s hand than just, like–shifts away from kneeling half-across Tim’s legs and–he doesn’t know, actually, if it’s something he does himself or something Bernard pulls him into, but he ends up laying half-across him, his face hidden against the side of Bernard’s and his arms wrapped around his neck, and Bernard wrapping one arm around his waist and dragging that big thick squishy comforter up over them with the other. 

Kon feels–stupid, and embarrassed, and . . . 

“Too much?” Bernard guesses, and strokes up the back of his neck, and Kon nods helplessly, because–because it is, and that’s right, and . . . “Yeah, I get that. S’alright. It really has been a lot of play, huh. Just a lot in general, right? ‘Cuz it's Tim.” 

Kon just nods again, useless and helpless as before, and doesn’t . . . doesn’t really . . . 

“Yeah,” Bernard agrees, and strokes the back of his head. Kon kind of wants to cry, for–some reason, or no reason, or way too many reasons. “You’re good, man. Really good, to ask for an assist when you need it.” 

He didn’t even really ask, Kon thinks in embarrassment. Didn’t say anything, or . . . he didn’t actually ask or anything. He just . . . he . . . 

Bernard strokes the back of his head again and Kon feels him glance up at Tim, and feels Tim looking down at them, and feels–stupid, and selfish, and all wrong and fucked-up and . . . and . . . 

Bernard slides his hand down and squeezes the back of his neck, and Kon buries a choked, overwhelmed sound in his neck. He–he doesn’t know why–why he’s so–so fucking weird, so fucking emotional and all over the place and sensitive, why–w-why– 

“Man, you really are made for this,” Bernard observes a little bit distractedly, the words muttered under his breath and sounding half-musing, and Kon feels . . . feels a little tension sort of . . . unwind, kind of, and just . . . “Like I’m hugging gravity or something, dunno how else to put it.” 

“Sorry,” Kon croaks reflexively, and Bernard squeezes the back of his neck and squeezes his arm around his waist too. 

“Naw, you’re good,” he hums, nuzzling his temple. “I like you like this, remember? All cuddled up nice in best-boy mode. It’s cute.” 

Kon blinks a little too quick, maybe, and then buries his face in even tighter against Bernard’s neck and tightens his arms around him. That’s–yeah. Bernard said that, before. Said he–liked that. The . . . cuddling, and the weight, and . . . yeah. That. 

Called him “cute” before, too. 

Kon sniffs, feels stupid and embarrassed about it, and nods a little jerkily in response to the sort-of question, because–he does remember, yeah. He feels Bernard’s hand slide back up his neck, and feels the insignificant and impossible-to-ignore weight of it, effective as an anchor. 

More effective than an anchor, for him. 

“You good too, babe?” Bernard asks as he glances up at Tim again, and Tim . . . exhales, slowly, and–and okay, Kon thinks. Okay. Bernard’s handling it. Knows how to handle it. 

So he won’t fuck it up, if Bernard’s handling it. 

“I’m–yeah,” Tim says, a little stiffly. “I just . . . didn’t mean to do that.” 

“I mean, kind of an understandable mistake,” Bernard says, stroking a little heavier up into Kon’s hair again and just barely shrugging underneath him. Kon hears the words, but doesn’t really think about them. They’re just–words. And they’ll tell him if he’s messing up. “You guys really have been doing this forever, but like, you know . . . little bit different, like this. No matter how good at it you two intimidatingly hot weirdos are together.” 

“I . . .” Tim–hesitates, and then shakes his head a little, a strange-feeling smile tightening one corner of his mouth. Kon can’t tell if it’s a real one; can’t focus enough to really figure it out. He feels all–feels too sensitive, and too . . . like too much. Just–too much. “I know. I didn’t know Kon was–I didn’t realize he’d be interested in submitting. Not–this interested, anyway. I should’ve broken things up more. Just–more breaks, or slower, or . . . I just let myself get . . . because it felt so . . .” 

“Easy?” Bernard guesses. 

“. . . natural,” Tim murmurs. “Or familiar, maybe. Just . . . I didn’t think about the hormones or endorphins or any of that enough or give him enough time between rounds or . . . anything, really. I know better than to do that with someone I haven’t scened with before. I should’ve paced it slower for him.” 

“Or yourself?” Bernard suggests pointedly. He’s still petting Kon’s hair, and Kon’s still just . . . here, but not really. Tim huffs, low and quiet. 

“Or myself,” he agrees. “I got . . . carried away.” 

[punkeropercyjackson]

the pjo fandom, batfamily fandom, and atla fandom form the unholy trinity of “wow you guys hate trans women and people of color”

Zutara shippers do organized hate campaigns against 'Aang stans'(read:Brown/black men,trans people and twoc)and fought long and hard to protect 'local meanfem' longing-for-rain from the attacks calling her a freak for saying Katara was drawn with bigger breasts and hips around Zuko than Aang as proof Kataang is an incel fantasy for that weird ass psychosexual crush she has on Aang and boymom boner for Zuko,Batfam stans are fandom settlers who decided they wrote the comics and make poc and transfems feel elianted and degraded on purpose and turn Kon into Tim's mandingo and Stephanie's darkskin blasian swag and Stephcass transfem4transfem couple energy are replaced with orientalist white tme wlw bullshit and old Pjoheads are so far up their transmisogyny and misogynoir and ableism brainrot they overhauled Percy's entire personality,relathionships,storylines and even APPERANCE to turn her into the normiest most demonic white boy ever to suit their self-insertion,cyberabused a 12 year old black girl for existing because they learned NONE of what Percy taught us and kicked Hazel out of the Dead Sea Siblings to replace her with the guy who pity picked Nico

These the same niggas who turned 'policing' and 'fascism' into fandom discourse and not tools of white supremacy used to oppress the very people they're using them agaisnt.'Fandom has always been-/Curate your-'I'm a punk,i care about neither of you things.Shut the fuck up and put the overprized trustfund keyboards down tendies